tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40924642026-01-18T13:21:01.254-06:00Height: shorter than Elvis but taller than Johnny. Eyes: Fulfillingness' First Finale. Hair: sometimes. Build: Tower of Babel, Gormenghast, Temples of Syrinx. Subject to change without notice.Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05191358992144333597noreply@blogger.comBlogger578125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092464.post-66818075452611007902007-02-08T14:19:00.000-06:002007-02-08T10:58:55.039-06:00

After much agonizing, I've decided to move my blogging over to my LiveJournal, at least on a trial basis. As Alan pointed out a few days ago, most of the discussion tends to happen over there anyway. So, this blog will be inactive at least for the near future. Come on and join the fun over there.

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I got my first LJ comment spam last night! It turns out, this guy? His wife left him for another guy? And there's video now on the Internet of her doing this stuff with the other guy? That she would never do with the first guy? So this guy wanted me to see the video of his wife and this other guy? . . . Yeah, it doesn't make sense to me either. BUT, I figure this is some sort of rite of

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Am I a lost Oliphant, or what? Originally uploaded by 2composers. . . . but I love it.

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According to yesterday's poll happiness is "Something to do with food," with "A warm puppy" and "A chemical imbalance in the brain" rounding out the top three. Please adjust your expectations accordingly. [Blogger-readers note: I gots no polls over here. Sorry.]On the way to work I saw a woman doing perhaps the weirdest walk I've ever seen in a non-physically challenged person. She would walk

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Right, because there must be hundreds of screenwriters in Hollywood who'd come up with a better take on Wonder Woman.Three hours of cable news as background noise has led me to believe that people are stupid. I'm not sure this qualifies as news.It's too cold.

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Tammy Todd's Door Originally uploaded by Snurri. "The immediate cause of the Exile may never be known. In those soggy April days immediately following the event, when mobs were the rule, accusations and counter-accusations flew with regularity. As Walter Wenstrup pointed out in his pamplet A Call For Civic Order (largely ignored at the time), there are several factors which make

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So I called up my friend Kiljoong to ask him if he wanted to go see Volver, because it's Almodóvar and I like Penelope Cruz when she's acting in Spanish. (For some reason her voice grates on me something awful when she's speaking English. I realize that I am insane.) He doesn't pick up so I leave him a voice mail saying, "Blah blah blah Century Centre Thursday or Friday would work but if

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Archaeology! Ancient City Found in Mexico! Village Discovered Near Stonehenge! Police to Reunite! (At the f*&%ing Grammys. Now I have to watch the Grammys. Someone kill me.)Warren Ellis subjects us all to shares an excerpt from Jeff Lint Steve Aylett's surreal parody comic "The Caterer." SMOOTHING THE CHEEK OF REALITY HAS ITS DANGERS!Hannah links to the poem "Library" by Arthur Goldbarth,

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If anyone knows what the last word on the fourth line there is, let me know.

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Note to the young man on the train: (Yes, I called you "young man." I'm thirty-six, but I have the crankiness of a much older gentleman.) Dude, if I can hear your iPod over the train as if I was wearing your headphones, it's too fucking loud. Or your hearing is shot. In either case, you need to get your head checked.I had kind of a crappy weekend, but it's over. It's not like my life is

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My (spoilery) review of Pan's Labyrinth is up at Strange Horizons. To sum up: I liked it, a lot.

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Graffiti Etiquette Originally uploaded by Snurri. "Consider that the last broadcast television station in the city went off the air in 1985. (For information on Cathode Phantoms and 'Channel Spider' see Chapter 17.) The municipal radio station (officially called Radio Faldbakken--with the mayor's characteristic modesty--but known to most citizens as the Squeal) is limited to

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Please note that this is not a "Do as I do" post. (I feel the need to disclaim as I dislike prescriptive writing advice.)I'm a very . . . seat-of-the-pants sort of writer. Particularly in the long form. With short stories, about half the time, I think about the story for long enough ahead of time that I more or less know the whole thing before I start. I may even do a rough outline before I

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Oh, shut up.

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George Jones speaks.AP: "He Stopped Loving Her Today" is considered one of the greatest country songs of all time. Why do you think that song was so special?Jones: It may sound corny, but all my life I've wanted to write exactly that song, or I've hunted for it. I wanted to hear a song or write a song about how you could express your greatest love for someone. Bobby Braddock and Curly Putnam

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Of course, the arguments have absolutely nothing to do with swallows, as anyone who understands the language of the two Tartars can testify."Of all the people I know, you are the biggest cronk," Calac says."And you are the biggest pettifor," Polanco says. "You call me a cronk, sir, but it's obvious that you've never boneyed your face in a mirror.""What you're trying to do is start a fight with me

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Last night an old guy yelled at me to zip up my jacket. He sounded angry. "Zip your jacket!" he said as he walked past. "What?" I asked him. "Zip up, it's cold!" he said. He was right. It's finally cold here, which sucks but we all knew it would happen eventually. Except for a couple of weeks right away in November this has been the wimpiest winter I can recall. My attitude is, you had your

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Our Lady Originally uploaded by Snurri. "In the wake of the Exile there has been a surge in religious interest in the city, but little of it is what might be considered Orthodox. There are the Swimmers, a death-cult which--despite the mayor's best efforts--holds periodic pilgrimages into the depths of Gerber Lake. As the lake is known to be infested with various unpleasant creatures, and

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Hancock-in-the-Mist Originally uploaded by Snurri. Took this one while killing time between movies downtown. It turned out pretty well, I think.

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Leading Water to a Carriage Horse Originally uploaded by Snurri.

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Polanco almost always begins: Look here, I dreamed that I was on a square and I found a heart on the ground. I picked it up and it was beating, it was a human heart and it was beating, then I took it to a fountain and washed it the best I could because it was covered with leaves and dust, and I went to turn it in to the police station on the Rue de l'Abbaye. That's completely false, Marrast

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No.

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If you love Grover, you should watch this video of his greatest rival delirious with pain. Hilarious, but not safe for those without a tiny bit of the sadist in them. (Via BoingBoing.)Gingerbread Bergen. While you're on Flickr, check out this elephant migration.David Moles has some thoughts on characterization.Apparently I'm just not that much of a gadget geek. Or maybe my standards are too

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You suck.Love,Me

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Jed discusses the (somewhat murky and suspect) etymology of the term "can of corn." I must admit, I thought everyone knew this term. But then, I am rather myopic when it comes to baseball stuff. Man, do I miss going to games.Chance sent me a picture of a baby elephant eating a Christmas tree. Chance is my favorite now.Something I keep meaning to point people at is the Blue Sky Studios blog,

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